Must Read: Evergreen Memories - Season 1 - Episode 4

7 years ago

Must Read: Evergreen Memories - Season 1 - Episode 4

“Good morning”, I greeted her with a smile
“Good morning”, the female receptionist behind the desk answered looking up at me.

“You are welcome, and what can I do for you, ma’am?”, she continued
“Am here to see Dr. Imran Shuraim”
“Okay, are you a patient?”
“No, just tell him Miss Na’imah is here”, I answered
“Wait while I inform him”, she said picking up the intercom on her desk pressing a button.

I stood while she spoke on the phone with the Doctor as I assumed.
“He said you should wait for a few minutes, you can sit on one of those while you wait”, she said, pointing to a set of seats behind me.

I looked around as I sat, the hospital was a bit busy with patients trying to book for appointments and others waiting to be attended to by their consultants.

There were about two others seated with me on neighbouring seats. Everyone was silent.
Busy with our thoughts, I guessed.

A few minutes later, Dr. Imran called for me, she directed me to his office and off I went. The office was upstairs.

I knocked on the door and walked into an air-conditioned room with a large desk behind which a heavily-built man was seated, two chairs facing each other, a sink at one end and an area secluded with a curtain which I guessed was used to attend to patients who needed privacy.

Dr. Imran was fair, heavily-built and good-looking. He looked up as I entered smiling
“Good morning and please sit”, he greeted
“Good morning”, I replied as I sat on one of the chairs
facing him.

He stared at his desk which contained some well-arranged files and other medical instruments before looking up at me.

“Miss Na’imah, I think we should see your patient first”, he said
“Yes”, I replied, nodding in agreement.

He stood up, led the way and we went out of the office.

I was eager and at the same time nervous.
I couldn’t imagine how I would see my dearest friend, this will be the first time am I am seeing him in so much pains. Actually all I could say was God please let me be able to bear this. We walked down the stairs and through a long corrider before stopping at a door. This was it!!!

My heart was beating very much faster than normal.

Dr. Imran pushed through the door and entered, I followed suit.

Basheer was lying unconscious on the bed, his head was bandaged and so was his right leg.

There was also a drip attached to his right hand. He looked terrible.

“I checked on him this morning and he is yet to regain consciousness”, Dr. Imran said, feeling Basheer’s pulse
I couldn’t say a word, I just stood there staring at Basheer like a zombie. I moved to him and sat by his side, held his hands in mine and kept staring.

“Oh Allah, please spare his life for me, let him be okay”, I prayed silently in my mind
“He will be alright by Allah’s grace, but before then why don’t we go back to my office, there are things we need to sort out”, Dr. Imran said looking at me.

I didn’t reply but rather stood up, he undertsood my gesture as he led the way and we went out of the ward.